Oh Lord Spy has lost it

[laxifra]

-Spy is walking down the street, completely naked and covered in blood; the numerous wounds dotting his body make it obvious that the blood is his own. He screams incoherently as he walks, dragging his fingers against his face and head as if trying to rip something out of it. The poor man has finally snapped.-

Comments

[a_good_job_mate]

...Oi. Frank. You're kiddin' me...

[laxifra]

-Spy stops, staring at Sniper like he has three heads.-

You...not real...non...

-He shakes his head back and forth, pulling at his hair.-

NON NON NON

[a_good_job_mate]

...Frank. Calm down.

[laxifra]

-Spy keeps pulling at his hair, yanking out clumps of it and making his scalp bleed.-

Non...

[a_good_job_mate]

Stop...

*He approaches him cautiously, trying to look as nonthreatening as he can*

[laxifra]

-He stops, staring at Sniper accusingly.-

Non...non...

[a_good_job_mate]

Wotever y'think I am...I'm not.

[laxifra]

-Spy points a finger at Sniper, shaking a bit.-

Zis...you...'ate...

[a_good_job_mate]

...Wot?

[laxifra]

-He screams, falling to his knees and clawing at himself.-

[a_good_job_mate]

*Sniper has absolutely zero idea how to deal with this. He keeps trying to talk softly to him.*

Oi, love...stop. I'm not gonna hurt ya.

[laxifra]

-Spy just stares at Sniper now, completely silent. His eyes are wide and eerie.-

[a_good_job_mate]

...Frank?

[laxifra]

-He doesn't respond, instead just sitting there and staring.-

[a_good_job_mate]

...You've really lost it this time, 'aven't ya?

[laxifra]

-STARE.-